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"Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva told Samantabhadra Bodhisattva:

Benevolent ones, these are all sentient beings who have done evil in Jambudvipa, and their karma is like this.The karma is so great that it can defeat Sumeru, go deep into the huge ocean, and obstruct the holy way.

Therefore, sentient beings, don't underestimate small evils and think that they are innocent.There is a reward after death, and I will accept it.Father and son are close relatives, they have different paths, even if they meet again, they are not willing to accept it on behalf of them. "

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"You are dead" in Zhang Deng's ears is gradually becoming fragmented, like the moon in the water, breaking into pieces and rippling away into the distance.

The idea of ​​"I'm still alive" in his heart became more and more intense, and the scene in front of him became more and more blurred.

What ghost market, what hall of enchanted souls, what ghost messengers, what halls, all disappeared.Everything in the world suddenly became chaotic before his eyes, as if a big bowl of glue had been poured into his eyes.

Zhang Deng closed his eyes forcefully, then opened them again.Still the same, no difference.If you close your eyes again, you won't be able to see anything.

There was darkness in front of him, and then his consciousness also escaped into a void.

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In the dark, it seems that someone is pulling him upwards, passing through layers of strange membrane holes, sticky and smooth, giving the illusion of breaking through the ground.

After an unknown amount of time, Zhang Deng finally opened his eyes again.

The sunlight hit his face through the curtains, blinding his eyes.He was still holding the mouse in one hand, and his body was already stiff.

He was still wearing a VR on his head, Zhang Deng reached out and took the VR off.

His hands had no strength, almost as if they were going to fail.

He smelled it, and his body exuded the stench of human flesh.

In front of him, the computer was still on, Zhang Deng shook the mouse vigorously, and saw that the live broadcast software had been stuck, and the time and date of May [-] was displayed in the lower right corner.

He was startled, and couldn't believe that he had sat in the seat for three whole days.

He started playing games on May [-]th, but he didn't wake up until the [-]th. (For the plot of the previous work, see "The Son of the Ladybug")

Then for these three days, I didn't eat, drink, stretch, or scatter, and the whole person seemed to be nailed to the seat. It was a bit strange that I didn't die.

Due to the recovery of the body, all physiological needs suddenly surged up.

Zhang Deng suddenly felt a sharp pain in his stomach, and couldn't help but fell from his seat.He picked up the last three percent of his mobile phone and struggled to call the small restaurant downstairs.

"Hey, lady boss, do you have anything to eat..."

It was only nine fifty in the morning, and the restaurant owner had just opened the door.The ingredients are not ready, so naturally there will be nothing to eat.

"It's okay, just give me a bowl of soup... Please, send it to [-], and take something to fill your stomach..."

Zhang Deng also really lost his strength and temper, and after finishing speaking this sentence in a flustered manner, he tremblingly propped up his upper body and crawled to the bathroom.

He shivered and took off his underwear and finished cleaning himself in the bathroom.

When the proprietress came up with the things, she was taken aback by his state: Zhang Deng's hair was sticking to his forehead wetly, the clothes and underwear he had put on with great difficulty were in a mess, and he was leaning on the doorknob, Accidentally fell at the entrance.

The proprietress quickly took off her shoes and entered the door, put the food on the coffee table, asked Zhang Deng to sit down, and brought him towels, bowls and chopsticks.

"Have you been playing games for a few days? Didn't you eat any food?" The proprietress opened the plastic bag, "I didn't prepare anything, so I made you a bowl of cabbage soup first, and took some leftover steamed buns from the morning. You eat a little first. At noon, I will make some stir-fry and bring it to you, and then I will calculate the money."

There are still a lot of dishes downstairs to choose from, so the proprietress left first.

Zhang Deng picked up the limp plastic spoon and scooped some cabbage soup to drink.The soup was still lukewarm, with residual warmth.There were two or three cabbage leaves and two oil stars floating on it.

After two sips, he felt extremely thirsty, and couldn't help but lie down on the mouth of the bowl and began to drink vigorously.There was also a white flour steamed bun and a flower roll in the bag, and he took it out and started stuffing it into his mouth.

After eating a steamed bun, he finally had a little strength.The flower rolls were stuffed so hard that Zhang Deng actually choked up some tears.

Zhang Deng held half a flower roll and leaned on the table, and it took a long time before he regained his composure.

He is indeed still alive, after walking through the gate of hell, he came back again.

The ghost knows why he almost died, whether it was an electric leakage accident, or he almost died suddenly from playing too much games, anyway, he did almost die.

Wiping the snot and tears off his face, he stuffed the remaining half into his mouth and drank the cabbage soup at the bottom of the bowl.

With some strength, he cleaned up the garbage that had accumulated on the table for two or three days, and cleaned the house with a vacuum cleaner.

After continuing to rest for two or three hours, I went downstairs to buy a few bottles of nutritional supplements, and came back to deal with the rest of the work.

He decided not to be an anchor anymore, and he wanted to terminate the contract with the website.After the live broadcast of "Ms. Ladybug" before, his number of fans in the live broadcast room skyrocketed by [-], and he also gained thousands of followers on Weibo.

Xiang Liu on the mobile phone also noticed his actions, first sent him several messages, and then saw that he didn't reply, so he made several calls.

Xiang Liu was not in the same city as him, and even though he had a good relationship with him, it was impossible for him to come here by plane or high-speed rail.So this matter has been put on hold, Zhang Deng submitted the application for termination of the contract, and only later came to solve the Weibo QQ and other issues.

He told Xiang Liu that he had a bad cold after playing the game, and he just got better after lying in the corpse for three days.

The same message was posted on both Weibo and QQ, and this was considered a clean confession with a few acquaintances and friends.

After a while, the person in charge of the website called and asked about the termination of the contract.

"Hello? Mr. Zhang Deng? I saw the contract termination application you submitted. Can you give me a little more time? Didn't it happen to be popular three days ago? This is a sign that it will be popular. You don't want to continue to develop? "

Zhang Deng rubbed the bridge of his nose, sighed and said, "That's right, I've been seriously ill for the past two days, and I may not be able to do live broadcasts. The doctor asked me to sit in front of the computer as little as possible and go outdoors more."

Even an idiot can tell that this is prevarication, but Zhang Deng really doesn't want to continue doing it, and there is no possibility of keeping him.

The person in charge persuaded him for another half an hour, and finally confirmed his intention, so he had to give up regretfully.

After all, it's almost summer vacation, and there will be many idle students watching the live broadcast every day in the past two months. If you can get fans during this time, you will still have some benefits.Especially once it becomes a topic, the follow-up work will be very convenient.

But Zhang Deng didn't plan to do it, so the website couldn't continue to package and create Zhang Deng.Thinking of his relationship with Xiang Liu, the person in charge of the website felt that he might want to take the same independent path to get ahead, so he put down the phone awkwardly, turned around and sighed with his colleagues, "These people are wild..."

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Around one o'clock, Xiaochao was delivered.

Zhang Deng was very grateful, and gave Xiao a few hundred yuan, and begged the proprietress to send him two more dishes in the evening, and then sent him away.

With meat and stir-fry, and a bowl of vegetable rice, Zhang Deng made a hot and sour soup, and he finally ate it cracklingly, even hiccupping several times.After clearing away the dishes, he lay on the bed, thinking about the next plan.

The application for termination of the contract was approved in a short while, and the corresponding liquidated damages were deducted from the account.This money is about one-half of the income from the live broadcast three days ago, and Zhang Deng can barely earn a small [-] yuan. There is probably no need to worry about the living expenses for the past two months.

It's just that after the contract is terminated, how can he make a living?

He hasn't thought about this issue yet. All in all, the game will continue to be played, and one or two videos will be uploaded occasionally, but the live broadcast may not be done seriously.

After thinking about the issue of livelihood for a while, he couldn't help but sit on the recliner and groan a few times while touching his full belly.Then I was so tired that I fell asleep for ten minutes.

After all, the dreamless sleep was broken by uninvited guests.A phone call flew in suddenly, the phone shook three times in his hand, and fell directly to the ground.

Zhang Deng also shook three times on the recliner, and fell directly to the ground, grinning his teeth and answering the phone.

"……Hey?"

"Hello? Is Zhang Deng senior? I'm Yueyue! Are you still in Binhai?"

"I'm here." Zhang Deng got up from the ground and sat back on the recliner, "What's the matter?"

Zhao Yueyue was his schoolmate in the same major, and they were both in the student union back then, so they had a good relationship.He just graduated from Yongye University last year. He was so busy at the time that he even postponed his graduation for a month due to course problems, and lost contact with his juniors long ago.I didn't expect to be found after a few months.

Zhao Yueyue said cheerfully on the other end of the phone: "Senior, our school is holding a school celebration, and we are planning to hold some themed activities. Our student union plans to hold a night story competition, and we want to arrange it until the evening. Aren't you good at storytelling, senior? Can you?" Come to do field support?"

"Ah?" Zhang Deng didn't quite understand, "Is it because you don't have enough manpower, but you still want to find someone to accompany you?"

Zhao Yueyue smiled embarrassingly: "This is almost the case. Senior, are you coming? Come and let us treat you to dinner. The second canteen has opened the window of sweet and sour fish again. Please have another meal."

Zhang Deng especially liked to eat sweet and sour fish when he was a freshman, a sourdough fish.When I was in my senior year, the window for making fish was suddenly changed to the window for crucian carp soup, and the cooking was so bad that a group of teachers were so angry that they didn't go to the cafeteria to eat.

Whether he wanted to eat sweet and sour fish, Zhang Deng thought for a few minutes, but reluctantly agreed.Zhao Yueyue was very happy: "Hey, thank you senior! There are not many people in our student union who are willing to do it. They all went to the Model United Nations and the Debate Association. There are only a few people participating. At that time, the four people will compete in groups. The specific time I will notify you again, probably next week, senior, please prepare first! We will also have prizes if we win."

Zhang Deng just wanted to eat sweet and sour fish and didn't care about the prize, so he didn't ask her what it was.

He put down the phone, turned on airplane mode and fell asleep for a while.

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This time, he seemed to be dreaming.

He didn't see the scene when the soul left the body, but stood in the darkness all the time.

He knew that he was in a dream, and his soul was still in his body, so he was very relieved, just stood there, not knowing what to do.

After a long time, he seemed to hear someone calling him.

However, it was not called "Zhang Deng", another name.He couldn't hear it very clearly, so Zhang Deng had to listen carefully, trying to find out from which corner it came from.

It was a man's chuckle, a little itchy.

Zhang Deng pushed it aside vigorously, only then did he hear what he was saying.

"A Li, you're drunk again."

With just this one sentence, the voice dissipated into whispers.

Zhang Deng was startled and woke up from the dream.

There was a curtain blowing by the window, as if someone had opened the window for him.

At this time, someone knocked on his door.Zhang Deng struggled to get up from the recliner, said loudly: "Here we come!" He went to open the door.

It was the proprietress who brought him dinner.

Zhang Deng was naturally very grateful. The proprietress saw that he was sallow and emaciated, and gave him a bowl of rice dumplings.

After receiving the dinner, Zhang Deng closed the door and went back inside.

When he walked to the table, Zhang Deng closed the window.He couldn't remember whether he had opened the window or not, and the day passed in a daze, and he always felt as if he had remembered something or forgotten something.

Turning around, I realized something was wrong.

On the deck chair lay a shiny black thing, strung together with black strings.Zhang Deng immediately walked over to pick it up, isn't this what the stall owner in the ghost market gave him?

I didn't feel it at all when I was sleeping just now. Is this really brought back?

So, what he saw was not an illusion?

But why did it appear at this time?When he was lying on a chair to sleep before, he didn't notice it.

Or was it just that he was confused and didn't notice it?

Or is it another reason?

Zhang Deng didn't know, but suddenly felt a chill down his back.

The thought that popped up in his mind made the atheist shiver, so he quickly poured a cup of hot water and ran to eat.

Whatever the hell it is, maybe it was given to me by my grandmother, anyway, he is an upright person and doesn't believe in evil spirits.

He didn't believe in evil spirits at all.

The author has something to say:

"Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva's Vow Sutra" depicts the scene of the underworld. After thousands of years, even if the road changes and the mountains and seas move, human nature and heart will not change. Will there be a similar scene? ????